Warning: this story contains bestiality, gang bangs, nc-sex, etc.
Author note. This story is for the story contest on http://secretcomixxx.com/forum/.
Porkum and the Agents of R.A.P.E.S. In the Jade Flame Rising.
Written by: The Pumping Pony.
Porkum awoke with a phlegmy cough. Before opening his eyes he spat a glob of slime together with the remains of a cigar butt remaining at the corner of his mouth, across the room without bothering to look were it landed. The bulky pig-man hybrid sat slouched on the ruined couch in front of the TV.
He inhaled deeply and analyzed the accumulated odors from the room.
There was the smell of food, pizza and burgers both new, old and rotten. There was the smell of old beer, whiskey and cigars. And there was the smell of his favorite thing in the world, pussy. He opened his eyes and surveyed his kingdom of garbage.
The penthouse in the Badoma Hilton Hotel had been an immaculately kept suite, worthy of every one of the five stars the hotel boasted. That was until Porkum took up residence there. Now it was sub-par for even a pigsty.
The TV was blaring, volume on max. It was the latest full fourteen hour movie of Scarlet Scream's side-kick, Crimson Girl's gang rape. It was one of Bang Bunny Productions more artistic films called “The Face of Rape”. It was one continuous long shot of Crimson Girls’ face screaming in agony, as she was power pounded from behind for fourteen hours straight.
Porkum rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at the huge flat screen displaying the young sweet dripping face of the red headed girl larger than life. When Porkum had fallen asleep she had been raped by a group of men with huge cocks and it had seemed almost consensual. But now as her red hair lay matted in streaks along her face and the men had been replaced by an assortment of barnyard animals, the rape was evident in her eyes and her pained screams. As Porkum sat and watched he felt his cock start to stiffen. The sound of her screams aroused him and he started to look around for a slut to fuck. He had brought at least eight sluts up to the room last night. A mix of hookers and superheroines. They all still lay spent on the floor and on the couch. Porkum wasn't above fucking a passed out woman. But he preferred his sluts moving and begging for it.
The sound from the movie dropped as Crimson Girl suddenly passed out. With only the sound of horse slapping against the girls ass. Porkum could hear angry knocking at the door.
He sat listening to hear if he was hearing right, he picked up a bottle out of the whiskey crate and unscrewed the cork. He poured the burning liquid in his mouth spilling half down his belly.
As the smoky heat hit his stomach the knocking repeated louder.
Porkum ripped down one of the silk curtains down and wiped his mouth with it. Then he slowly got up with a labored groaning and walked over to the door. He opened the door and found the hotel manager in mid knock.
“Not so fucking loud. I'm hug over.” Porkum said in a slow deliberate voice, as he looked down at the short gray man.
“You said you would only stay one night, celebrating Heather Rumble thirty donkey speed rape record. Whatever that means. That was two months ago and you haven't paid a single bill!” the man said flushing in anger.
“Check is in the mail. Can you send up some more of those silk sheets? They make great toilet paper and send up a plumber too. They don't flush well. It's a total mess. Oh, and send up a maid. One with a tight ass.” Porkum said leaning nonchalantly against the door frame.
“That's enough. You think you can push people around. Not this time. I've brought the law. Officers arrest that man-thing.” the managers said and stepped aside.
Two women dressed in Badoma police uniforms stepped forward.
“Okay, sir I'm Officer Judy Hough. In this town we don't take kindly to free loaders. Why don't you steep outside and we can..... Oh Holy fuck it's Porkum.” Officer Judy said. She was a curvy brunet whose uniform barley managed to hold in her tits.
“You didn't say it was Porkum, you dumb fuck.” the other cop said. She was a taller blonde with amazing long legs and fine wide hips.
“What does that matter? He is subject to the law. Same as everyone else.” he said frustrated at the turn of events.
“Ladies, Officers, why don't we take this conversation inside. Where I can rape you both in private.” Porkum said opening the door wide.
“Sir, this is no time for jokes. You have to pay or leave.” Officer Judy said. Attempting to maintain what they called 'Command Presence' at the academy. She stood arms akimbo thrusting out her chest. Trying to look as imposing as possible.
“Who's joking? Get in the bedroom. Now!” Porkum said, pointing over his holder with his thumb to the bedroom. Giving the woman a hard stare and a mean smile.
“We can go inside and talk about this. And according to Badoma law my partner Sandy will provide minimum sexual relief.” Officer Judy said. Hoping Porkum wouldn't see the sweet start to bead on her forehead. She had heard stories and seen some video of him raping superheroines and super villainesses far more imposing than her and her partner put together.
She loved her partner and they had been lesbian lovers since they were partnered three years ago. But she wouldn't hesitate to offer her up if it meant avoiding the force of nature that was Porkum's sexual appetite.
“Hey, why me?” Officer Sandy exclaimed.
“Bitch, one of you wouldn't survive what I would call minimum sexual relief.” Porkum said. Hooking both police women's cleavages with his large forefingers and yanking hard, both women were lifted off their ten inch Badoma police issue stiletto heels and sent flying into the hotel room. Their shirts tearing open spilling there bountiful milkers. They slid over the marble floor, plowing through beer cans, empty pizza boxes and other assorted garbage. Until they stopped at the threshold of the bedroom.
“Come back in a few hours and I'll let you have all the sloppy cop seconds you want.” Porkum said to the manager and slammed the door, quieting the man’s angered comments.
The door locked with a loud menacing click. Officer Judy and Sandy looked wide eyed around the room and saw the heaps of trash and whores and superheroines discarded with the trash. At the same time they flipped open the holster in there belt and pulled there Badoma police issue sex lube.
Judy squirted her hand full and reached in to her tight pants and desperately lubed her pussy and ass.
Sandy gave a quiet panicky yelp as she found her bottle empty.
“Judy, babe. Give me some of your lube.” Sandy said. Watching in fear Porkum slowly walk there way.
“No. I need it all. Use your own.” Judy snapped back.
“I'm out. Give it to me.” Sandy yelled desperately.
Porkum picked up a cigar and lighter on the credenza in the hall. He lit it and took a deep drag.
“Oh, I'm going to give it to you alright.” Porkum said, smoke billowing from his evil smile.
Sandy threw herself over Judy, grabbing for the lube bottle.
Porkum watched in delight as the two coop sluts started a cat fight over the lube bottle. He stood and watched as they screamed, clawed and pulled each other’s hair. He waited until the two well groomed, polish and spit shine Officers of the law were transformed in to two wild savages in torn uniforms.
“STOP!” Porkum bellowed and both women froze in place with a fist full of the others hair. They watched him stroke his huge cock slowly.
“Stand up. Turn around hitch up your skirts and show me your asses.” Porkum commanded.
They both did as he asked. They moved slowly like two kids who was caught doing something bad and was heading to their punishment. Porkum admired the two firm heart shaped asses and felt his cock stiffen even harder.
“Put your hands on your knees and arch your backs.” he said.
He took a moment to choose. Then he grabbed Officer Judy's hips and aimed his cock at her clinched up ass. Judy's body resisted with all it's might but Porkum's cock still plowed in to her with ease. Judy's body had been hardened to rape at the Badoma Police Women's Academy. Repeated gangbangs first by men from the Badoma Prison Work Release Program, then by the horses from the mounted police department. But none of them had taken her with the ease that this foul pig-man did.
Sandy stood with her hands on her knees arching her back presenting her fine ass, watching in the corner of her eye as her partner was getting ass fucked by the nefarious villain Porkum.
She wondered if she should do something. Run away, take out her gun and threaten or shoot him. She would go to prison for rape-evasion and eventually the other prisoners would wreck her as badly as Porkum would. But that was in the future, she slowly moved her hand to the gun holster. As Sandy was about to undo the strap on the holster when Judy gave a loud scream startling Sandy and she moved her trembling hand back to her knee.
“Pull it out.” Porkum said between grunts. He was really giving it to Officer Judy. Holding her up over the floor making her flop around like a rag-doll.
“What?” Sandy squeaked.
“The gun, Bitch. Pull out the gun. I want a little danger in my rape.” Porkum said, just before blowing his load in Judy's ass. Making her belly inflate, making her look eight months pregnant. He held her balls deep until the screaming coop passed out and went limp.
“Lube? Can I....?” Sandy said pointing to Judy's dropped bottle.
Porkum rubbed his stubbly chin in thought.
“No. But I'll let you shove that nightstick up your ass. Give your ass a little per-drilling. You have until I'm stiff again.” Porkum said. Smiling wickedly at the thought of her giving him a little improve sex show.
“Ok.” Sandy said and pulled her nightstick, she spat on the tip quickly. Before Porkum could protest and started pushing the fist-thick stick up her ass.
The Badoma police nightstick was especially designed as a rape device. To aid in the rape of witnesses, suspects and any citizen the police thought needed an attitude adjustment. Sandy worked her own ass harder than any bimbo she arrested since she joined the force.
“Yes, work that ass hard. Look back over your shoulder. That's right look in to my eyes and lick your lips.” Porkum said enjoying the sight.
His cock stiffened and he walked up to Sandy who froze in place. She yelped when Porkum yanked the nightstick from her ass. Porkum grabbed her hips and power rammed his cock up her ass. There was a loud bang when Porkum went balls deep. Sandy had forgotten that she still held the gun in her other hand. She had clenched up her whole body at Porkum's rough penetration and squeezed of a round.
She dropped the gun and it clattered over the floor.
“Pick it up.” Porkum said. Holding her tight with his huge cock all the way up her ass.
“I don't want to.” Sandy said after hesitating. She didn't want to play his games. She just wanted for him to rape her and get it over with it. She held no illusions of him letting her go so she didn't even bother wishing for it. Standing there impaled on the pig-mans’ huge cock she was longing to feel him start the fucking as every thrust would bring her closer to the end of the sweet relief of unconscious oblivion.
“If you pick it up, I'll rape you real hard. You will pass out in an hour or two and I'll be done less than an hour after that. If you don't pick it up I'll make it last all day and I'll make sure you feel every minute of it.” Porkum said. He felt like a cat playing with a mouse.
Sandy slowly picked up the gun and held it loosely I her hand. Porkum slowly pulled out his cock until it was almost all the way out. Then he slammed it in as hard as he could. Knocking the air out of Sandy's lungs. Making her grunt loud. He repeated this over and over. He had changed his mind. The threat of making the rape last all day was too good.
Two hours later and Sandy was in agony. She could see her partner Judy faking being passed out, trying not to draw more attention. Porkum was fucking her a little rougher all the time making her unable to adjust to him. She thought about the gun in her hand. She could shoot him and run away. But she would be committing rape-evasion, one of Badoma’s more serious crimes. Earning her years in Badoma coed-prison. As a former cop who sent many frigid cunts there she would get it rougher than all the other women in there put together.
Then it hit her, she could probably flee the city and the country, other women had managed it. She was too exhausted to lift her head and look back. But she was able to raise the gun over her left shoulder. Hitting the wide bulk of Porkum's body would be easy, despite the jolts from his rough fucking.
There was a loud bang and the rough rhythmic fucking stopped.
“HE HE HE. Kitten got claws. I can respect that.” Porkum said.
Excited by finally getting some resistance Porkum started fucking the cop slut hard. The burning in his shoulder added spice to the sex and soon he was pumping his cum into the sluts’ ass.
He let her drop to the floor. Then he pinched the skin on his shoulder were the nine millimeter copper jacket bullet was lodged in his thick tough skin and the bullet came out like a squeezed zit.
“Arrest her for rape-evasion. I want to her to meet some of my old friends in prison.” Porkum said to Judy who was still faking it on the floor.
He walked in to the TV room and switched channel to the news. There was a bit on a new superheroine causing mayhem in the slums of Badoma capital city, Nova city and Alpha city. She-Nurk had busted up another gang rape, liberated the woman and fled the scene without getting caught.
Security cameras had recorded the woman as she busted up the gang of twenty huge monster men who was taking turns raping a woman tourist had wondered down the wrong street.
Porkum admired the tall fit apple green woman. The news displayed a still image of her were her tits seemed several sizes bigger than at the beginning of her assault on the men.
It seemed that the angrier she got the bigger they grew. At the beginning of the fight her green jugs was smaller than Sharon McCain’s and at the end of the fight they were bigger than Major Wonder's Massive Whoopers. She had a fine body to. Not as beefy as one might expect in someone who got there powers from the original Nurk.
Porkum smiled, finally there was a superheroine in town who wouldn't just roll over and give him what he wanted. He would have to fight to get what he wanted.
Meanwhile in Nova City.
Cindy Moss aka She-Nurk was walking down an empty street in Nova City. A long trench coat with up turned collar and a matching wide brimmed hat kept prying eyes from spotting her telltale green skin. In this warped country she was a wanted criminal. She had saved over a dozen women from savage men trying to rape them and that was why she was now wanted by the law. In the rest of the world she was a hero. She hated the men who thought they could do what they wanted with a woman and she hated this city that did it's best to enable them at every turn.
It had been over three years since she had her own run in with such a man, or thing might be a better term.
She had been a model, a super model even. She had a perfect slim body that made all the other women jealous. A boyish body with the slim ankles and ribs that showed if the light hit them right. Then one day when she had been given a tour of a cosmetic factory she was modeling for, she had a run in with Nurk. She had been shown the product development lab were they was working on a new product. A chemically enhanced skin moisturizer that would make the user addicted to it.
She had started teasing on of the nervous looking nerds working there. He had warped in front of her eyes in to a big green beast who looked like a parody of the comic book character the Hulk.
Nurk had grabbed her and dragged her off into a hidden place in the factory and raped her for hours. Then he had dropped her in the sewer were the company dumped all its chemicals.
When she came to, she had morphed in to this big green thing. With wide swinging hips and big ass, long legs, huge tits that grew when she got angry and a muscle tone that lent itself to her shapes to make her look even curvier without making her look fat. Her modeling career was over.
Every time she thought about how she would never model again her anger would make her jugs grow until she could hardly move and when she saw all the men ogling her body it got worse.
She stopped and looked into a store window and saw her reflection. She still had her old face, a face with cheek bones and eyes that had gotten her contracts modeling glasses. Full pouty lips and perfect teeth that had gotten her work modeling lipstick and toothpaste.
But now it was all covered in green skin. Granted it was blemish free and perfectly smooth, but there was no makeup designed for green skin. Even if it was a nice apple green. No, her modeling career was serenely over. She would use her new found power to take vengeance on that kind of man.
She was brought out of her memories when something pinged of the store window. It was a button of her trench coat. She had let her anger slip from her grasp and her jugs had started growing until they popped a button from her coat.
She took a deep breath and shrunk them to a manageable double E-cup. She walked on and came to street vendor’s cart. It was made from two shopping carts roped together with a loading pallet for a top. A sign made from cardboard said 'Bob Salamuh and Beavers Shopping Emporium.' in shaky letters.
The cart was leaden with old and filthy sex toys. There was also a box of assorted pills and loaded syringes. There was also a bucket filled with a gray brown goo. The side of the bucket said 'Beavers Chicken grease and cum based sex lube.'
A wheeled clothing rack, probably stolen from some motel held several patched blow up sex dolls and next to them stood three sex slaves. The filthy sex dolls and empty eyed slaves all looked like they were far beyond sell-by date. She had tried saving women like this before. But they were too far gone to be saved.
Bob Salamuh a short yellow lizard looking thing had one of the sex slaves bent over his vending cart and the heap of old dildos. Standing on a crate he was fucking her from behind with is weirdly big cock.
Beaver was standing behind holding an old iffy pop stovetop popcorn pan catching everything that dribbled out of the woman. Probably to top up his sex lube bucket.
“Hey, mysterious trench coat lady. Let me just blow my nut mustard in this cum bucket.” Bob Salamuh said. Not stopping in his fucking of the slut.
“Then I'll catch it in the cum pan for my super lube.” Beaver said to point out that it was the slut who was the cum bucket and not the pan he was holding.
She-Nurk felt her tits swell and she calmed herself taking a deep breath.
“Hurry up will you. I don't have all day.” she said irritated.
“Maybe he will cum faster if you do that tit growing thing....YOU STUPID WHORE.” Beaver said. Putting all the scorn he could muster in the insult.
Buttons went flying as She-Nurk's milkers burst the coat apart. She had chosen the T-shirt underneath well. It stretched to its limit and the nipples threatened to poke holes in the thin fabric.
Her green tell tail skin remained covered even if her fine shapes left nothing for the imagination and with the T-shirt being green it kept her skin tone from shining through.
Bob came with a grunt and an “Oh yeah, that's so hot”. He let the slut slide of the cart in a small dildo avalanche and on to the ground were Beaver started fucking her missionary style.
“So what can I do for you today? We have a discount on our slightly used dildos. You look like you would enjoy a Clydesdale jumbo deluxe.” Bob said holding up a dildo that looked like it had been molded from a huge horse. The thing was encrusted with a variety of body fluids.
She-Nurk slapped the thing aside.
“You know what I'm looking for. Where does a girl go to get one of those famous Badoma gang rapes? I'm looking to get it rough and hard, you know. I want the real thing to. No play or safety words.” She-Nurk said. When she had arrived at the city she had asked around pretending to be a sex tourist with a rape fetish. Bob and Beaver had proven a great source of information. They were street trash with connections all over the Badoma underground and they were kind of dumb and easily distracted by her tits.
“What happened with the last gang I sent you to, Over in Alpha City?” Bob asked.
“Let's just say they weren't man enough for me.” She-Nurk said. Feeling slightly smug. Her white teeth glinting in a wicked smile through the shadow of her hat brim.
“You got to be kidding me. They were some of the toughest bastards in any of the Badoma slums. Only Susan Steel walks in that neck of the woods without lubing up every orifice.” Bob said rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“Maybe they had a bad day. Bob think, you must know a place where women go in and come out raped to an inch of their life?” She-Nurk said, while adjusting her coat and T-shirt making her huge milkers jiggle. Bob's eyes followed the jiggling twins as he thought.
“There is a place..... Not your usual rape gang. There is this scientist who is breeding women with animals. I don't know why or how. But she is able to breed this triple hybrids. You know half human, half horse, half bull.” Bob said.
“That's three half's. It should be thirds.” She-Nurk said rolling her eyes.
“Hey bitch, pretend you are talking to someone who was educated in the Badoma penal institution. In fact don't pretend.” Bob snapped back.
“Fine, where is this scientist?” She-Nurk asked.
“Go to this address and ask for work. Do a good job and you will get kidnapped for sure and when you wake up you will get a raping to break even your tough ass.” Bob said as he wrote down the address with a black marker on an old dried up condom and handed it over to She-Nurk.
“Don't you have paper to write on?” She-Nurk asked in disgust.
“Here at ‘Bob Salamuh and Beavers Shopping Emporium’ we have a strict environmental policy called 'you get what you pay for, bitch' and I'm afraid management won't let me make exceptions. Thanks for your patronage and have a nice day.” Bob said with a sassy smirk.
She-Nurk took the thing reluctantly and hailed a cab.
Badoma Capital City Hospital.
Porkum was wearing an ill-fitting pinstriped suit as he walked into the hospital. It was a hospital like many others around the world, but there was three big differences: all the nurses was wearing white skimpy PVC outfits with a red cross on them, the sexual trauma ward covered three floors and they treated humans, animals and mutants alike.
Porkum liked coming here, there was always something new to see. There was the usual bimbos taking advantage of Badoma's free plastic surgery, to get their silicon jugs filled even more. There was the whores getting there cunts and asses rejuvenated, so they could go on having more and rougher sex than nature ever intended.
Then there was the sexual mishaps. At the head of a line there was a mother talking to the nurse at the reception. Next to her on a gurney there was a girl who looked about ten or twelve on her hands and knees. A pony was standing over her with a limp dick somehow stuck in her ass.
Porkum meet the girl’s eye and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“I thought the glue was lube.” the little girl said, embarrassed.
Porkum patted the pony on the head and feed it two pills from his pocket. The girl squealed as the pony's cock stiffened and started thrusting.
Porkum chuckled at the sight and walked to the elevators.
He stepped out on the sixth floor and headed left down a corridor. It was the recovery ward for the alternative humanoids. An orderly came pushing a wheelchair the other way. A fine blonde woman in the skimpy nurse uniform sat limp and panting in the chair. Thick frothy cum dribbled down between her legs.
He walked on and came to room 66. There was a sign on the side of the door that said 'Patient: Johnny Minotaur.'
Porkum walked in and found an old friend. Johnny was a huge bull-human hybrid. He was laying on an extra-large and extra-wide hospital bed with his left arm in a cast. His right arm held a petite looking Asian nurse who was riding his huge cock. Watching the two and a half feet of cock slide in and out of the little nurse was almost like a magic trick. The leg thick monster cock seamed to slip in to some alternate dimension hidden within her tight pussy. The little nurse seemed to feel every cunt stretching inch of the cock.
“Johnny, you son of a whore. How are things?” Porkum asked with a smile.
“Porkum, what the fuck brings you here?” Johnny Minotaur said, glad to see his old friend.
“Just looking after my buddy's in their time of hardship. Is it true? That She-Nurk bitch did that?” Porkum asked, getting more serious.
“It's no joke. Bitch is tough. I fought super bitches before you know. Major Wonder, Diva Jackson, Star Busty, I made them all mumble for mercy with my cock in their mouth.” Johnny said. His good arm pushing the little nurse down on his cock faster and harder as his anger grew from recalling his beating.
“How? The original Nurk is a looser. Strong as fuck, Yes. But he is a bumbling idiot. That's why he is still in prison.” Porkum asked.
“They aren't the same. She is a totally different creature. She got brains, she can talk coherently and she is fast. You’re going after her aren't you?” Johnny asked, excitement building. The petite Asian sliding up and down his cock like he was bouncing a basketball, making her wail like a banshee.
“I'm cooking up a plan. I want to brake her and tame her. Is there anything you can think of that would help me.” Porkum said leaning close conspiratorially.
“Two things. Her tits grow when she gets angry. I think if you get her really mad she will be unable to move right and I think I know who she was before she turned in to the She-Nurk.” Johnny said.
“Who?” Porkum asked getting intrigued.
“Her name was Cindy Moss. One of those uptight photo model's. She got a new body. A hotter one if you ask me and a new skin color. But the face is the same. I'm sure it's her.” Johnny said nodding toward a magazine on the table by the bed.
“She isn't from Badoma. How would she know where to find you?” Porkum asked, picking up the magazine and looking at the image of a model holding up a bottle of perfume called 'Savage me'.
“Oh, I'm going to savage you.” Porkum thought.
“Well, we aren't exactly discreet. But if an outsider came looking for us they may have heard it from Ronald the Duck, Bob Salamuh or Cumzo the Clown. They are all running businesses that deals with tourists.” Johnny said.
“I'll ask around. Is there anything I can do for you while you’re stuck in here?” Porkum asked, getting up to leave.
“You could help me sandwich this little slut.” Johnny said. Now holding down his nurse over him. Exposing the pink little butt hole. As Johnny’s huge cock in her cunt it stretched her flesh so her butt hole looked like an upside down smile.
“NO! NO! Fujiko only do one monster cock at a time!” the little woman said with a thick Asian accent.
“Thought you would never ask.” Porkum said unbuckling his pants. The little slut screamed in fear as she saw Porkum’s huge monster cock come toward her tight ass.
Together they raped her hard. Johnny taking out his anger from She-Nurk defeating him and Porkum fucked her venting some of his excitement at the prospect of getting his hands on She-Nurk. The little slut didn't handle the double rape well and they had to call in a doctor several times to give her smelling salts and amphetamines to keep her conscious.
The Nova City Bus Station.
She-Nurk was infuriated, she had been infuriated for almost three days. That's why she had been stuck for three days. The manager had told her to go in to the tiny booth and press her bare ass against the hole at the back. She had assumed that it would be something bad. But she had never heard about a glory hole before or that Badoma had them as a part of its public service. And if she had, she wouldn't have guessed that they were in use around the clock.
When the first cock had been rammed up her pussy, her rage had swelled her jumbo milkers so much she had gotten stuck in the tiny space. Unable to move her pussy and ass had remained pushed against the hole in the wall and a never ending stream of cocks had visited the hole and violated her holes.
Every time she had been close to controlling her temper something new had happened. The last time some hobo had crammed a bottle up her cunt.
“I like my booze pussy warm.” he had said. That was four hours ago.
She had lost track of time and she wondered how long she would be stuck here when the door opened. A woman looked in. She was wearing big round glasses, her hazel hair was in a tight bun. She stabbed a syringe in She-Nurk's anger inflated tit. Everything turned hazy and She-Nurk passed out.
When she came to later her arms and legs were clamped in thick steel bands. She was in a large building. There was at least three animal pens holding animals. One with horses, another with bulls and a third with a mix of exotic animals. A series of guide rails and gates led the animals one by one to a bench were a woman was strapped down, bent over a bench. Once an animal was done fucking the helpless woman two gates would open, one to let the finished animal out and one to let the new animal in.
The woman who had sedated her was standing there with a clipboard and a pen. She was now also dressed in a lab coat.
“You are the one they call She-Nurk. Is that what you like to be called?” the woman asked.
“A rose by any other name....” She-Nurk said, leaving the quote unfinished.
“Shakespeare, you seem to have full cognitive abilities. That is a significant divination from the original Nurk. That is where you got your powers?” the woman in the lab coat asked.
“I'm starting to thing I got most of my powers from the chemical waste he dropped me in. who are you and what mad scientist do you serve?” She-Nurk asked, while she tested her restraints by giving them a light twist making the metal creak.
“My self. My name is Clone E67, Professor Clone E67. I was cloned by Doctor Lingor in an attempt to create a more evil copy of herself. I was a great success. Unsatisfied with her lesser level of evil, I decided to break out on my own and do my own research.” E67 said with passive confidence.
“Professor, what university granted a twisted lab experiment like you a Professors degree?” She-Nurk asked.
“Badoma University. I teach classes in evil genetics. Breeding you whores is just a hobby.” E67 said.
“So this is just your way of getting your rocks off?” She-Nurk said and twisted the steel bands holding her hands and feet, they snapped with a loud crack.
“Fascinating I seem to have underestimated your strength.” E67 said. She started to write her observation. But she was interrupted by a green fist to the face. Everything turned black.
Professor Clone E67 came to with a throbbing pain in the face and an even greater pain in the ass. She was tied down on to one of the breeding benches for her prisoners. A hulking gray shape was mounting her. It was either a rhino or a hippo fucking her. Her equipment and animal pens was trashed. She wasn't just tied down with the usual leather straps, She-Nurk had taken the steel rods from the animal pens ripped them loose and wrapped them around her. The one around her waist was even tied in a bow.
Her evil genius brain started calmly calculating how to escape so she could start her experiments over again. As her brilliant mind kept running in to dead ends an icy hand of panic started gripping her heart.
“HELP I'M STUCK IN HERE! HELP!” the words came unbidden flying from her mouth. She knew no one would come. Everyone in hearing distance was use to the sound of women begging for mercy.
But her scream didn't go unheard. All the huge horses, bulls and other super hung beasts stopped milling about and turned to the familiar sound of sex. Soon they were all standing around Clone E67 in a loose circle looking intently at the helpless fuck meat.
The building was filled with excited animal grunts and panicked screams.
The agents of R.A.P.E.S assemble.
Reinforced Aggressive Punishing of Elite Super-sluts
Porkum was standing at the podium in the Badoma Hilton Hotel conference room. The room had its lights dimmed, enhancing the spotlight's shining on him from underneath. He could still make out the others in the room. On the right was a huge black horse man hybrid named Darklong. The brute had no fines in his ravaging of women. But he had one of the most powerful cocks in the game.
Next to him sat Kurde the sinister, an ancient gorilla like creature who had spent eons mastering the age old art of rape magic.
In the middle sat Antho. A huge gray mutant with the face of a tapir and a cock women's nightmares was made of. The silent man thing had sent some of the greatest superheroines in the world to the hospital.
On his left sat Hippolyta Horsell the horse cocked transsexual. Her blond hair in a mohawk, made a good horse man analog. Matching her golden belt, wrist and ankle armor. A riding crop sat at the side of her belt like a sword ready to be drawn and punish any slut in range.
The last guest was Bunny. The sexy blond was dressed like an extra sexy playboy bunny. Her thin white outfit was complete with bunny ears and fluffy tail. Her only weapon, a thin magic wand.
Next to the others she looked harmless and petite, but she handled some of the most powerful magic in the world.
“Ladies, gentlemen, miscellaneous. I'm sure you are all wondering why I have gathered you all here today. Badoma is a great place to be a villain. The law is on our side. The superheroines are starting to fall in line and those who don't we can rape all the same. Women with rape fetish fantasies are flocking in from all over the world. Things have been good. But lately there has been a change, someone is disrupting our fun. Someone is trying to keep us from raping women. Someone is ruining our fun.” Porkum spoke like he was running for president. He pushed a button on the podium and a picture of She-Nurk appeared.
He could hear grunts and profanities uttered at the sight of the image.
He clicked another button and the projector showed a compilation of grainy security video of She-Nurk attacking and defeating multiple rape gangs. It was edited to show She-Nurk fighting smaller weaker gangs at first then taking on bigger and tougher gangs. Porkum stopped the video were She-Nurk tossed a five metric ton elephant-human hybrid clear over a car and into a dumpster.
“That green whore stopped one of my rituals. It requires a virgin girl ten years or older. That's not easy to come by these days.” Kurd shouted.
“Green cunt stop rape. Green cunt bad.” Antho joined in.
“I was at the mall over in Delta City and saw this cute teen slut at the food court. Naturally I started ass raping the teen tart. Then this green bitch stopped me. 'She is too young to survive a cock that big' she said. 'Who gives a fuck' I say. Then she knocks me out.” Hippolyta said.
“Her constantly stopping rapes is disrupting the flow of sex magic. It's is getting harder every day to make my spells work.” Bunny complained.
“HUUURRNNHHH! HRUNK! HUURMU!” Darklong grunted shaking his fist.
“Now I'm sure one of us will eventually defeat her. It may take time and cost us a lot. But she is only one whore on her own. And we are some of the most powerful ones in Badoma. But what happens the next time. There might be two ultra-powerful whores who won't fall in line or maybe more. What then?” Porkum was leaning forward shaking one finger like a preacher giving a fire and brimstone sermon.
“Get to the point, Piggy.” Hippolyta said. Suspecting were this was going.
“I want to create an organization dedicated to dealing with all rape disrupting elements. Will you join me in the agency of R.A.P.E.S.? The Reinforced Aggressive Punishing of Elite Super-sluts task force. Together we can ensure our dominance of Badoma, forever. What do you say?” Porkum finished. He clicked another button and the projector started playing another movie compilation. This time it was a mix of videos of them raping at their best. A mix of porno's and news footage.
At first there was silence. Then Bunny started clapping her hands soon the others joined in.
“So how do we bring the bitch down?” Hippolyta asked.
“I have a plan for a trap. I think I know where she gets her information. I'm going to put the word out that we are going to lure some aspiring young photo models here for the biggest gang-rape ever. That should bring her to us.” Porkum said, laying out his plan.
“Why models? Those stick figure girls don't last. Athletes would be better, some fine cheerleaders would make better sport.” Kurd said.
Others seemed to agree.
“It's not about them. She-Nurk use to be Cindy Moss a photo model with a great career ahead of her. If she hears we are about to ruin the future for other women like her. She will be blinded with rage. I want you, Bunny and Kurd to find all information you can get on her. I want to find a way to get under her skin. I want to find a way to break her and to make her work for us. I want her to spend the rest of her days licking our boots and begging for more. The rest of you start spreading the rumor of the gang-rape.” Porkum finished, excited to see the others willing to go along with his plan.
Later at Bob Salamuh and Beavers Shopping Emporium.
Bob and Beaver was expanding there range of services into custom designed items. They were building their own super dildo. They had cut the top of a fire extinguisher, stuffed it with wires and the buzzers from a few hundred old cellphones. Now they were hooking it up to a car-battery with duct-tape.
“Bob and Beaver, what are you two fuck heads up to these days?” came a gruff voice by their cart.
Bob lifted his welding goggles and looked.
“Porkum, what the fuck brings you to our neck of the woods?” Bob said. He picked up a cigar butt and lit it with a spark of the dildos wiring.
“I'm setting up a trap for a few sluts from out of town. They think they are going to be photo models. There will be photos, a before and after thing.” Porkum said. Laughing at the thought of having a collection of images of all the women he had fucked to an inch of their lives. One before when they looked all clean and pretty and one after, when they looked like a whore at the end of her career. But he knew he wasn't the kind of guy who liked to plan every rape. They were usually a spur of the moment thing.
“Sounds fun. But them models can’t take it like a superheroine. I hear Karen Cobra is in town. She would last longer than any ten models. I'll set her up for you. For a small fee.” Bob said taking a deep drag on his cigar but.
“We will give you half price of on our sex lube.” Beaver said holding up his bucket of random mixed rancid goop.
“I'm good for lube and that stuff is a bit iffy even for me. No, I thought you might want to buy the bimbos after I'm done with them. Five dollars each, what do you say?” Porkum said, feeling generous.
“Five bucks! This isn't one of them fancy sex slave markets like at the mall. I have to feed this things. Plus washing and overhead and taxes.” Bob complained.
“Taxes my ass and you eat out of a dumpster. I don't think you are feeding them better. A dollar.” Porkum retorted.
“Seventy five cents and not a penny more.” Bob said pushing his luck.
Porkum wanted to tell him to go stuff himself. Then he remembered that this was just a ploy to get the word out.
“You drive a hard bargain, Bob. But you got a deal. Seventy five cents each.” Porkum said and held out his hand so seal the deal.
Hours later.
She-Nurk was in a good mood. Her work was starting to pay off. The news feeds were buzzing with stories of men and beasts getting pommeled during a rape. She was heading back to Bob Salamuh and Beavers place to find more rapists to fight.
As she arrived a young looking wannabe superheroine was walking away looking red-cheeked and embarrassed. She was carrying what looked like half a fire extinguisher with a car-battery duct-taped to it.
The contraption sparked ominously and sometimes buzzed like there was a hundred vibrating dildo's stuffed in there. She walked up to Bob and Beavers cart.
“Trench-coat lady, I see you admiring the young woman's purchases. It's called the Deep Impact Dildo. Guaranteed to satisfy even the most frigid of cunts. For only a small cost, me and Beaver will make you another. You can gang-rape yourself to sleep every night if you want.” Bob said, giving it his best sales pitch.
“You know I only go for the real deal. Tell me Bob where do I go to find the country's roughest vilest rapists?” She-Nurk asked thrusting out her chest. Drawing Bob's and Beavers eyes from her face.
“Sorry there isn't a lot going on now. Some crazy bitch is going around spoiling everyone's fun.” Bob said after giving it some thought.
“What about that Porkum's thing. I hear he is bringing in some of the biggest cocks in Badoma for that gang-rape party.” Beaver said, while slowly stroking his cock.
“That's just for photo models. You idiot.” Bob snapped back at Beaver.
“Models, were? When?” She-Nurk asked. Shocked at what she was hearing.
“Porkum is luring a bunch of women from abroad to come here. They think they are meeting with an agent or something. Then he and a bunch of others are going to screw their brains out. Then we get to buy them for seventy five cents each.” Beaver spilled out.
She-Nurk flashed back to when her own career ended. Her tits ballooned to beach ball sizes.
She grabbed Bob and Beaver by their necks and lifted them to her face.
“Where?” she hissed through her teeth.
“He has been seen in old town. Where they dumped the chemicals from the sex drug labs in the old days.” Bob said. Wide eyed he and Beaver finally noticed her green skin.
She-Nurk threw them back and they landed among there unsorted junk they were hoping to sell.
She stormed off toward old town in long legged strides.
“Bob, was that She-Nurk. You know, that crazy bitch everyone is looking for?” Beaver asked. Still recovering from his short rough flight and landing.
“Beaver, the answer to that is and always will be NO. No, we have not unintentionally been aiding the dreaded She-Nurk and No, we do not deserve the beating that would earn us.” Bob said after giving the question a moment’s thought.
“Let’s move our shopping emporium to the other side of town. Just in case... you know. That was...” Beaver didn't want to say it out loud. As he might jinx it.
“Start packing Beaver.” Bob said and picked up another cigar but and started looking for a way to light it.
Old town.
Porkum put down his cellphone. His face wore a wicked grin. Things were coming together. He was standing on the second floor on one of his old drug factories. The place had been abandoned for a few years and nature had started taking it back. Though some of the chemicals had put its own twist on things. Looking down he saw a tree that would grab any woman that walked in its reach and rape her. He watched as a drunk whore walked too near it. There was a snap noise and the woman's clothes was tipped off. Her pussy was soon impaled by a foot long 'woody'.
A drifting red gas cloud drifted in to an alley on the other side of the street, sending a group of hobos in to a sexual frenzy.
Downstairs he could hear his agents of R.A.P.E.S arguing. They weren't use to working as a team.
But soon they would have someone to turn their frustrations on to. He was certain that when She-Nurk was under their collective jack boot, they would come together.
He walked downstairs to tell them the good news.
In the old factory floor he saw Kurde, Antho and Hippolyta facing Bunny who was holding a small black mouse by the tail.
“That's what he gets for grabbing my ass and I can do it to you all. With just a few words.” Bunny said pointing to them all in turn with her wand.
“Oh yeah. If I hear you utter half a spell toward me I'm putting my cock so far down your throat you will be casting spells through your butt hole for a month.” Hippolyta said slapping the wand aside.
“Kids, kids calm down. It's almost play time. Where is Darklong?” Porkum said trying to calm things down.
Bunny put the small mouse down. She tapped the mouse with her wand and in a pink flash it turned in to Darklong. The big black horse man looked confused at first then her turned to Bunny and grunted in anger at her.
Satisfied that she had made her point she turned to Porkum. Who was unable to keep from laughing loudly at the sight of the transforming horse man?
“You said you wanted to break and tame her. So, me and Kurde mixed up a drug that will make her suggestible. Letting us implant suggestions during her rape. ‘You are a slut’, ‘you deserve this’, and ‘you need this’. Things like that. But you have to hit her with it before she gets here. If she knows she has been drugged by us, she will be able to break the suggestions. So I loaded it in a syringe in this dart-gun. If we hit her from out of sight she will think it's just another slaver trying to sedate her.” Bunny explained as she demonstrated a dart-gun.
“She has to come over the old bridge to get here. I know were to hit her. You get ready to grab her. Antho and Darklong you two grab her arms. Kurde and Hippolyta you two grab her legs. Bunny you hit her with a spell to make her weaker. Then the fun begins.” Porkum took the gun and looked it over.
He walked off and the others resumed the argument.
Half an hour later.
Porkum was looking out through the window of an old van with tinted windows. In the distance he could see the bridge. A tall leggy woman came storming across with fast marching strides. Huge tits swayed and jiggled with every angry step. He cracked the door open and peeked the barrel of the dart gun through. Looking thru the scope he got a good look at her face confirming that it was her. The scope had a laser range finder telling him the distance to her. He let her come twenty feet inside the guns range and pulled the trigger. The dart hit it's mark in her left huge milker. She stopped in her step and pulled out the dart. Her tits swelled to twice there size in anger and she looked around for the offending shooter. Porkum turned the key starting the van. The vans exhaust pipe spat a cloud of black smoke before the vehicle made it half way out of it's parking spot and died.
Porkum turned the key and the started motor made a bad noice.
In rear view mirror Porkum could see She-Nurk start running toward him.
Stepping out of the van keeping it between him and She-Nurk, he walked over to a bum sitting on the sidewalk.
“Sit in my van and guard it and hold this. While a get a mechanic. I'll pay you another hundred when I get back.” Porkum said as he pushed the confused man in to the wan and handed him the dart-gun and a few loose bills fro his pocket.
“For a hundred. Sure I'll guard your van.” the man said.
At the last moment Porkum slipped in to an alley before She-Nurk could see him. He could hear metal tearing apart and the man scream in fear as She-Nurk ripped the van apart.
Porkum came running back in to the old factory moving fast for someone of his size. He had sweated through his suit and ripped of his jacket and shirt.
He heard grunting and angry yelling in side.
“Let me hear one of your spells now. Bitch!” He heard Hippolyta shout.
Porkum didn't know if he should curse or laugh. Bunny was stuck in a deadly three way penetration. Antho was on his back thrusting his huge cock in Bunny's pussy. Darklong was kneeling behind her cramming his huge horse cock up her ass and Hippolyta grabbing Bunny by her head while she forced her horse cock down her throat swelling up her throat.
Kurde was rubbing his hard cock slowly. Waiting his turn.
“You couldn't wait until after to hump Bunny. She is coming. Now!” Porkum shouted. Everything was coming apart. She-Nurk was going to tear through them.
Kurde was the only one to react. The others was wrapped up with their punishment of the blonde bitch.
Porkum was about to go in and interrupt them when there was a loud smash. A side wall burst open in a shower bricks and mortar. The dust settled to revile She-Nurk standing there in a wide legged pose, arms akimbo and her tits swelling with anger.
“Unhand that photo model you fiends” She-Nurk said, mistaking Bunny for one of the photo models she expected to find.
“It's up to you and me. I go high, you go low. Try and pin her. I'll get the reinforced cuffs on her.” Porkum whispered to Kurde.
“On three.” Kurde whispered back.
“You can have her when we are done with her. What's left of her…” Porkum taunted her loudly and he saw her tits swell until her weary stretchy T-shirt rip apart.
On three Porkum and Kurde rushed her. She-Nurk set off full sprint toward them. They met half way, She-Nurk's right fist connected with Porkum's face with a loud smack. But her left missed Kurde who tackled her waist. Bringing her to the ground with a thud.
The battle was long and fierce and was almost lost. The tide didn't turn until Antho and Hippolyta joined in. Finally they had She-Nurk bent over an old loading pallet with a stack of cement sacks on it that had hardened over the years.
Her wrists were chuffed together and connected to a chain that was bolted to the floor with industrial grade bolts. Her ankles was chained individually, spreading her legs apart.
Porkum regained his breath. His face was aching from a swollen black eye, he spat out a mouth full of blood and a tooth clattered over the floor. Everyone else in the team was equally bruised from subduing She-Nurk. Except Darklong who was still fucking Bunny with all his might.
Porkum looked at She-Nurk and admired her fine ass. He ripped the fabric of her pants and exposed her big firm green mounds. Her screams were now just an incoherent roar. He took his time fondling her ass. He unbuckled his pants and slapped her ass with his cock making sure she knew what was about to come. He teased her pussy with the tip of his cock. He did everything slowly, then he gripped her hips hard and rammed his cock in to her pussy without warning. He held her balls deep, enjoying the feel of her warm angry pussy meat tight around his cock.
He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, while leaning forward so he could whisper in her ear.
“You are going to like this.” he said in a deep commanding voice.
“And you are going to love the taste of a big horse cock.” Hippolyta said. Then she grabbed She-Lurk by her chin and squeezed her mouth opened and forced her huge horse cock in and down She-Nurk's throat.
She-Nurk's mind was burning with anger. But suddenly there was a voice in her mind saying that she would like this. She tried to rebel against the thoughts but her cunt grew wet and tingly against her will. And whatever Hippolyta had dipped her cock in was delicious.
Then Porkum started screwing her with a wonderful roughness. He was completely selfish, using her only for his pleasure. She was his cum bucket and she was getting off on it hard. She was infuriated with herself for giving in but she had no choice. Years of sexual repression came in the form of a massive earth shattering orgasm as Porkum pumped an amazing amount of cum in her cunt.
Hippolyta then filled her belly, throat and mouth with cum. She rolled her eyes back as she savored the taste. She looked back over her shoulder when she noticed a huge shadow looming over her. Her heart skipped a beat in fear. As she saw Antho stand behind her. The gray mutant with a tapir like head. He was rubbing a frighteningly big cock. She was hit by a sudden urge to take it in her mouth.
She looked in to his black beady eyes and saw no mercy.
“Let me free and I'll suck you off. I'll do it good, real good.” She-Nurk asked. She was surprised to find she was meaning what she said.
“Woman not say how to fuck. Woman get fucked and like it.” Antho said and the words caught in She-Nurk's mind. She could just give everything men wanted. It would be easier than fighting all the time and she might enjoy it.
Antho's big hands wrapped around her waist hard and he pushed his thick blunt cock up her cunt. She felt like her guts were getting pushed up her body and was coming out of her mouth. When she opened her mouth to grown two ape like hands grabbed her by her head and a new cock was pushed down her throat. Kurde started fucking her face, slamming his groin in to her face, making a clapping sound with the speed and force.
“You like this. You love fucking men, beasts, monsters and animals. You crave it, you are a horny whore.” Kurde roared as he face fucked her as hard as he could.
She-Nurk had never thought about consensual sex with an animal. But now that she did it seemed a great way to have good sex without consequence.
Porkum, Hippolyta, Antho and Kurde took turns raping her and filing her head with suggestions. The drug was having a powerful effect on her soft mind and she was soaking up every command like a dry sponge.
Darklong however spent the whole time pounding Bunny into the concrete floor with his huge cock. Bunny despite all her magic did nothing but lay there legs spread wide and took every thrust with a meek whimper.
The sounds of rough sex reverberated through the whole factory all night and long into next morning. When She-Nurk finally passed out.
They unshackled She-Nurk and Porkum picked her up and hung her over his shoulder like a hunter who just bagged his pray.
Darklong walked away with Bunny holding his arm like a love struck teenager. Darklong having spent all night screwing her brains out.
Sometime later. In another part of town.
She-Nurk finally came to after her all night gang-rape. She was sitting in an office that looked familiar in style. She had seen Offices like this before, modern stylish furniture a clean desk with glass shelves behind it. Holding small photos and classy bottles of booze on them.
The walls were dark with big well lit posters on them. The images on the poster were expertly shot and portrayed Superheroines advertising products. There was one of Susan Steel holding up a bottle of sex lube shaped like a glass horse cock. There was one of Diva Jackson modeling The Pony Rascal's mega condoms, it was there new kind that prevented STD's but still let you knock the slut up.
The door opened up and Porkum stepped in wearing an expensive looking black suite with a red tie.
He walked around the table and sat down.
“Miss Nurk. I'm so glad you’re here. Last night’s performance was upstanding. We at Porkum Advertising and Porno think you would make an excellent model that we can work with and make great things. In fact we think you could be our next big star.” Porkum said giving it his best sales pitch.
“You want me as a model. But I'm green.” She-Nurk said. She was excited at the thought of returning to her old career.
“According to the polls that is testing well. Its race neutral, environmental and you function as a perfect green screen. We can digitally impose any collars. The only thing that didn't test well was your name, She-Nurk don't role of the tongue right. We want to re-brand you The Jade Flame. Just sine on the dotted line and we will get you started on your new modeling career.” Porkum said and handed over an inch thick stack of papers.
She signed her new name. Her heart was racing. A bright new future lay ahead of her. She would never be Cindy Moss again. The model who made other women envious of her slim figure and drive them to starve themselves in a vain attempt to look like her. But with her new body she would attract the lust of men. She would drive men and beasts to a sexual frenzy and that would be just as good or even better.
Porkum pushed a button on the phone and a voice came on the loud speaker.
“Yes, Mr. Porkum?” asked a chipper nasal feminine voice.
“The Jade Flame is on board. Send in the director.” Porkum said in to the loud speaker.
A woman in a beret, sunglasses and a loud Hawaii-shirt stepped in. A tag on her left ample tit said director.
“Jade, darling, I'm so happy to work with you. I'm Lisa King. They are launching a new perfume called ‘Ravaged’. Come, come we are burning daylight.” the woman said in a French accent. She gesticulated with a long cigarette holder that held a lit cigarette.
Porkum pushed the button on the phone again and the woman's voice came through again.
“Yes, Mr. Porkum?” the sunny voice asked.
“Miss Foxy, will you come in here and ride my cock with your sweet ass.” Porkum said as he started to undo his pants.
“Yes, Mr. Porkum. Right away.” Miss Foxy said with glee.
The Jade Flame begins.
Lisa King art-director at 'Porkum Advertising and Porno.' brought Jade Fire to the set. It was a mock village in a dark jungle. There was a group of animal-human hybrids standing there waiting. They were all hybridized with the large animals of Africa. Elephants, hippos and rhinos. They were all painted up like a tribe of native African primitives from an old black and white movie, complete with a fake bone through the noses.
There was also a young teen girl standing there, painted green.
“The scene is, you and your sidekick Jade Splinter are in the deep jungles of Africa for some reason. Your sidekick has gotten caught by a tribe of horny beast men and they are gang-raping her. To keep them from raping her to death you take a bottle of ‘Ravage’ perfume from your tool belt and spray yourself. The beast men catch your new sent and start raping you instead. Now get dressed in this, we start filming in ten.” Lisa King said and handed over a costume to her. It was a white bikini thing with a gold trim. And a gold tool-belt that had a big belt buckle that said JF on it.
Fifteen minutes later Lisa King yelled action and the cameras started rolling. A big rhino-man grabbed Jade Splinter and bent her over an altar and ripped the bottom of her outfit.
“Help me Jade Flame! Help me!” the girl yelled according to script. But unconvincingly.
“No stop. You were supposed to fake it. Stop, I can’t take a cock that big. AAAHH!” she then screamed very convincingly. As the huge beast pushed his monster cock up the girl’s tight pussy.
They waited until three of the beast men had fucked the girl then Jade Flame got her cue.
She stepped in to the spotlight and struck a perfect pose.
“Unhand her and you can ravage me instead.” Jade Flame said.
“No. The fuckbitch tribe want little tight pussy.” A huge Elephant man said, waving a paper mache club.
Jade Flame picked up a perfume bottle from her tool-belt, held it up for the camera and sprayed herself.
All the beast men who weren’t fucking Jade Splinter started sniffing the air. Semi-stiff cock's grew swiftly rock hard and the beasts started drooling as their eyes fixed on Jade Flame.
For a moment things became chaotic, as they all rushed her. Big thick fingered hands fumbled with her outfit as they shoved each other around. Until the largest elephant-man tackled through the others like a star quarterback through a defensive line, going for glory.
He picked her up holding her tight and carried her off to the mock altar and set her down next to Jade Splinter who was still getting her tight little pussy stuffed far beyond recommended capacity, by a fat hippo-man.
The elephant slammed Jade Flame down and aimed his thick cock to her cunt and pushed. Jade Flame instinctively tensed her powerful pussy muscles and she made it hard for the huge beast to penetrate her. He grew frantic and she could see the thick elephant secrete the thick brown mush from his temples.
With a deep bellowing roar that shook the spotlights he sunk his cock meat in her wet pussy. She gasped trying her best to accommodate the huge thing. She could see a long bulge form on her belly as the cock pushed deeper. The others gathered around her and another huge beast started pushing his cock in her mouth.
Again she found herself getting power pounded from both ends. The fact that they were shooting an ad was soon forgotten and the orgy was in full swing. Jade Flame and Jade Splinter were fucked in every possible position and combination.
Lisa King let the orgy progress naturally for hours catching everything on camera.
Finally she had Jade Flame bend over the altar facing the camera while the elephant-man who had fucked her first, take her again from behind. While she held the perfume bottle, with a cum smeared face she smiled and gave a thumbs up.
“Cut! That's it for today. We do the second take tomorrow. Jade Flame you were fabulous, beautiful, and magnificent and Jade Splinter you..... are passed out. Someone carry her to her cage. Make sure she doesn’t run away.” Lisa King said.
They spent the next five days re-shooting the ad from different angles. Until they had enough footage to make a three minute ad.
The End.